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Dec 2014
it's raining on the second longest night of the year
i never said i was honest you never bought me anyway i am all
stolen breath on these wood floors we're burning in //losing// blood.
we're the last of the locusts, you and me. our mothers can't take it no more
it's raining on the second longest con of our lives
so if i recover will you be
//will you be my//
fall from grace?
oh no
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oh no  USA
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